6:30 – Rise.
6:45 – Sitting.
7:20 – Breakfast.
8:05 – H goes to work.
Clearing up more Body Book bits and pieces, then some other Photoshop work.
Thinking about a conversation I had the other day, I realise that although I can work under instruction, without the instruction I tend to wait for the instruction to arrive. Sometimes it does arrive from somewhere, and I suppose this would be Initiative. When it doesn’t, I just wait. I realise that this has made my life rather inefficient.
Start some bread dough going.
I package up various Guildhall, and other things which includes a visit to the stationery shop downstairs, and take them to the Post Office. I get the impression that the woman behind the counter is making the transaction more difficult than it need be. I’m not sure why.
Back at the flat I work on the bread dough and begin some soup.
Donna at Walker asks if I can do another couple of hours on the Maisy job tomorrow.
18:30 – Haru gets home.
I abandon my idea to go and get exercise. Continue making bread and soup.
Dinner is finally served at 20:30. The bread is fine, even though I strayed from the recipe quite a bit. It stayed quite flat until I put it into the oven and then it shot up, which was a bit odd.
Too much pepper in the soup, too much salt in the bread. But not inedibly so on either count.
10:30 – Toast.